It started out as a simple night, really. Well, besides Iceman’s insulting remarks about how he and Goose “slid” into Cougar and Merlin’s spots, and Slider’s badgering of the two because the only possible way they’d get here is kissing Goose’s long list of distinguished butts.

Maverick leaned against the bar counter, the neck of his beer resting between two fingers. He smirked, the bet was twenty dollars, and he already knew the game plan regardless of what Goose would say.

“You have to have carnal knowledge, of a lady this time, on the premises.” Goose taunted, considering he obviously wasn’t specific enough when they were last stateside and at a club.

That only gave Maverick more of an idea. Well, more of an idea when he saw what he considered to be the most beautiful woman ever walk into the club and sit down alone at the bar.

“On the premises.”

“Come on, a bet's a bet.”

Maverick snickered, taking a sip of his beer. “I don't know, it just doesn't seem fair... for you, I mean. But...” He trailed off, looking at Goose with what seemed to be the smuggest expression he could pull.

“She’s lost that lovin’ feelin’.”

Goose groaned, frowning at Maverick. “No, she hasn't. She has not lost...”

That only encouraged the snarky pilot though, so of course he had to drag his RIO on along with his plans. “She’s lost it man, come on.”

If he heard Goose say “I hate it when she does that.” Well, that definitely didn’t falter him.

After a quick “excuse me” and Goose’s “I’ll take off of him” for their little setup, Maverick was all in her face within seconds. To have the entire bar of Naval Aviators sing “You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling” with him to serenade some woman? though? It felt pretty great, especially knowing they didn’t care too much for him.

He panted, a wild grin on his face as he awaited his results. Once being told to sit down, he let out a cheer and cradled a beer. He was getting that twenty.